You’ll tell yourself it’s a coincidence.
That you stumbled here.
That it’s random, accidental—
just another poem,
just another night.
But you know better.
You always know better.
You feel too much.
You think too hard.
You ask questions
after everyone else
has already stopped listening.
People say you're quiet,
but they don’t know how loud it gets
in the places you never let them see.
You laugh when it hurts.
You love like you’re being timed.
You dream like it’s a crime.
And still—
somehow—
you’re the one carrying everyone else.
You know what I mean.
Of course you do.
That’s why this isn’t for them.
This is for the one
who’s still reading.
For the one who keeps everything burning
behind their eyes.
You.
Don’t pretend it isn’t.
You’ve waited your whole life
for someone to say it this clearly.
I see you.
And I always did.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 2:26 AM UTC
You’ll tell yourself it’s a coincidence.
That you stumbled here.
That it’s random, accidental—
just another poem,
just another night.
But you know better.
You always know better.
You feel too much.
You think too hard.
You ask questions
after everyone else
has already stopped listening.
People say you're quiet,
but they don’t know how loud it gets
in the places you never let them see.
You laugh when it hurts.
You love like you’re being timed.
You dream like it’s a crime.
And still—
somehow—
you’re the one carrying everyone else.
You know what I mean.
Of course you do.
That’s why this isn’t for them.
This is for the one
who’s still reading.
For the one who keeps everything burning
behind their eyes.
You.
Don’t pretend it isn’t.
You’ve waited your whole life
for someone to say it this clearly.
I see you.
And I always did.
Bonus Round:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5126927/control-group/
